No I am not taking requests >___> I've got a set list of pairings. B-But I suppose...i-if you really want me to, I can type something for you when i'm free....n-not because I like you all or anything, b-baka!

Here's Paris x Summoner. No alt-ending this time, i'll give you all a little bonus thingy next time (maybe)

Paris: “Oh? Well if it isn’t ____. What could you be doing here?”

Summoner: “. . . .”

Paris: “I see, so you’re searching for clues about this place as well. Were you requested to do so by the Summoner’s Hall?”

Summoner: “. . . .”

Paris: “I see, just wandering on your own as usual then. You seem to enjoy wandering in dangerous areas, don’t you?”

Summoner: “. . . .”

Paris: “What am I doing here? Well, I can’t quite explain to you exactly, but I can tell you it’s just a small errand on behalf of the Randall Empire.”

Summoner: “. . . .”

Paris Chuckles

Paris: “I guess it is a silly job Lord Eriole asked of me. But I take my job as Lord Eriole’s personal guard seriously.”

Summoner: “. . . .”

Paris: “Why aren’t I with him if I’m his guard? Well, Lord Eriole trusts me as his most skilled guard to carry out the tasks he couldn’t ask of others. It’s a sign of trust, I suppose.”

Summoner: “. . . .”

Paris: “What do you mean he could be trying to avoid me? What does that mean?”

Summoner: “. . . .”

Paris: “Don’t be absurd! Of course he trusts me!”

Summoner: “. . . .”

Paris: “Well...I suppose the task he asked of me isn’t too difficult...”

Summoner: “. . . .”

Paris: “But I trust him. He’s the Lord of the Randall Empire after all!”

Summoner: “. . . .”

Paris: “What? L-Lord Eriole would never!”

Summoner: “. . . .”

Paris: “....well I suppose he does...spend a bit of time with his secretaries...”

Summoner: “. . . .”

Paris: “But I’m sure that’s just business! Don’t question Lord Eriole’s chastity with such outlandish thoughts!”

Summoner: “. . . .”

Paris: “Wait, what? Did you really see him....doing that....with Sera...?”

Summoner: “. . . .”

Paris: “I-I see....well...i-it’s not my position to question Lord Eriole’s....recreational...activities...”

Summoner: “. . . .”

Paris: “Get him back? Why would I wish to get him back?”

Summoner: “. . . .”

Paris: “I do not think of him that way! Where do you get an idea like that?”

Summoner: “. . . .”

Paris: “....I suppose I do spend my time with him....”

Summoner: “. . . .”

Paris: “Very well, you’ve made your point. What do you propose?”

Summoner: “. . . .”

Paris: “What do you mean, make him jealous? Jealous of what?”

Summoner: “. . . .”

Paris: “Th-That wouldn’t work!”

Summoner: “. . . .”

Paris: “No, it has nothing to do with you! I just, I don’t know....I’ve never really-”

The Summoner approaches, brushing Paris’ loose hair from her face

Summoner: “. . . .”

Paris: “I don’t know if I can relax...this is something quite new to me...”

Summoner: “. . . .”

Paris takes a deep breath, then looks up

Paris: “Wait, how will this make him jealous when we’re alone-”

Paris jumps slightly in surprise as the Summoner takes her hand and kisses her softly

Paris: “Hmmphh~?”

Summoner: “....mmm....”

Paris: “hah...wh-wait...”

the kiss breaks off slowly, Paris blushing hard as she opens her eyes

Paris: “I...I don’t....I don’t understand....”

Summoner: “. . . .”

Paris: “You mean, you planned this from the beginning...?”

Summoner: “. . . .”

Paris: “You...you really felt like that?”

Summoner: “. . . .”

the Summoner smiles ruefully

Summoner: “. . . .”

Paris: “So you really did take my offers to heart...just not in the way I meant for you to...”

Summoner: “. . . .”

Paris: “Well....I suppose I should thank you. For helping me clear my head, and set things straight.”

Summoner: “. . . .”

Paris: “Well...how am I supposed to know what we do now?”

Summoner: “. . . .”

Paris: “....you mean...”

Summoner: “. . . .”

Summoner nods

Paris: “I see....well....at least you solved my problem.”

Summoner: “. . . ?”

Paris: “I suppose I don’t care anymore about Lord Eriole and his lecherous actions.”

Summoner: “. . . .”

Paris: “Yes, thats right. Now i’ve got you by side. Perhaps now I can finally find something truly worth fighting for. Will you be my guiding light?”

Summoner: “. . . .”

Paris and the Summoner share a tender kiss

Paris: “Why don’t you help me with my task, and we can get out of here?”

Summoner: “. . . .”

The two of them depart into the dense forest

Eriole peers out from behind a tree

Eriole: “Well that was interesting....?”

Masked Figure: “What will you do?”

Eriole: “Losing Paris as a potential love interest is only a mild setback. Contact the brothel, and tell them I need a faithful one who won’t get tempted by that rather effective Summoner.”

Masked Figure: “I don’t get how this’ll aid our plans-”

Eriole: “It won’t.”

Masked Figure: “Then why-”

Eriole: “Stress relief.”

Grahdens: “OHOHOHOHO”